In Cupid's court

by Unknown

Just south of her chin stands a full-rounded throat,

Whose whiteness than marble is whiter;

Southeast and southwest of it, shoulders I note—

No curves are more graceful, or lighter.

In the south of her bosom, a bit to the west,

Is the greatest of all of her beauties:

My loadstar’s the heart that is hid in her breast;

To obey it’s my sweetest of duties.

S. D. Smith, Jr.